Andersen fairy tales

calligrapher

Once upon a time there was a man whose position required him to write a beautiful hand. He did a great job in everything else, but he couldn't write a beautiful handwriting. So he put up an ad for someone who could write. There are many letters to apply for, and it is possible to fill a bucket. But he could only admit individuals, and he admitted the first applicant, who wrote a handwriting as beautiful as the best typewriter. This gentleman with a position has a lot of talent for writing articles, and when his articles are written in such a beautiful font, everyone says: "It is so beautifully written!"

"It's my grade." The writer says one—he's actually half worth the money. When he heard more of these praises, he became proud and looked forward to becoming the man with the position.

He could indeed be a good calligraphy teacher, and he did look like a man when he went to a tea party in a white-necked tie. But he wanted to write, and

Wanting to bring down all the writers, he wrote about painting and sculpture, about drama and music, and he wrote a whole bunch of terrible nonsense. When these things were written too badly, he rewrote them on the first day, saying that it was a typographical error. In fact, what he wrote was all typographical errors, and in the words that were discharged (which was an unfortunate thing), people could not see the only thing he was good at: beautiful calligraphy.

"I can crush and I can praise. I'm an amazing character, a little God – and not too small!"

It was indeed nonsense, and he died in the midst of it. His obituary was published in the Bellin newspaper. His friend, who could write fairy tales, described him very well—a terrible thing in itself.

Although his friend's intentions were not bad, what he had done in his life —nonsense, shouting, nonsense —was, after all, a terrible fairy tale.